aurora borealis- noun plural: An aurora that occurs in northern regions of the earth. Also called northern lights.

In the middle of a dense forest of coniferous trees lies the Aurora Borealis pack, its name coming from its location. At certain times of the year, the northern lights appear, dancing almost magically in the sky. A narrow trail leads you through the close evergreens. Giving into temptation, you begin moving your paws. By venturing into this territory, you are venturing into a land belonging to a pair of feared leaders. You have heard rumors of them...but you decide to take your chances and hope that the tales of blood and death are merely fabricated stories to scare wolves.

You have walked nearly five minutes before you realize the sound of paws stepping somewhere from behind. Deciding that you've made a mistake, you quickly turn around, but find that you cannot go any further. Standing before you is one of the mighty kings you've heard of. His blood red pelt clings over perfectly toned bands of muscle. But that isn't what causes such fear in your veins. One of his amber eyes has a horrid, bleeding scar across it, and his good eye seems to stare right through you. His face is expressionless, giving off none of his intentions. You cower away as his jaws part.

"I'm Hell Demon."

His voice was deep and cut through the air like a hot knife through butter. Right where he left off, another voice picks up from behind you. You whirl around and find yourself facing another male with steely muscles beneath his pelt, which seems to consist of every shade of brown. He had startled you, and you're amazed how you hadn't at all detected his approach.

"And I am Ghost...we're the alphas of Aurora Borealis."

His deep voice was laced thickly with a Native American accent. His own golden eyes are directing a harsh glare your way. Now you're caught in the middle...your breathing has become heavy in your panic and you're not sure which to face.

"You've foolishly trespassed into our territory. You face the one called Hell Demon's whose voice is once more addressing you. Get out, or become a corpse along our border."

It's obvious they mean business. So now it's up to you...take your chances and stay, or heed their warning and waste no time getting out with your life.

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The sun warmed the females insides as she made her way to the border. Thoughts of her mate were striking her, drifting in and out of her main focus as the scent of pine started to mix with the distant smell of rain. The sky was bright today, being the first after a small rainstorm. Aurora was starting to come alive again. Though she had not seen any newcomers since the past fall, she hoped that some would arise in the near future. As Magic’s paws traced over the ground, the border became nearer and the vixen that had called to her joined together with another scent. This one, however, was young. A blink of an eye was the only thing that fazed her, a small question slinking in and out of her brain. But soon enough, the scent of Aurora became strong and then stopped, and she came upon the two wolves.

“Hello dear… I have something… or rather someone for you to meet. Your son.” The female raised an eyebrow. What, exactly, did she mean by her ‘son’? She was never aware of this, that she would have been given a son that was not her own flesh and blood. Magic looked down to the small bruteling, a gray puddle of fur soaking between the pillars of this new wolfess. She smiled at him, her amber orbs meeting his and then looking back up towards Shae. “My son? I’m sorry, but you are going to have to explain this to me.” As she narrowed her eyes, she noticed the vixen taking a small step back onto the main land. An ear flickered at the top of Magic’s head as she peered around her, checking to see the land behind and also to both of her sides. She waited calmly until the female explained what was to happen.

“H…hello…my…my name is…T…Tarly.’ The vixen looked down to the pup, thoughts of watching this one grow up within her mind. Surely he must know that she would not ever be his real mother. But with a smile, the ess knew that she would clearly come close. “Hello, Tarly. My name is Magic. You are going to stay with me for awhile if that is okay with you.”

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| Magic | Tied to None | No Pups | Beta of Aurora Borealis | Thunderfoot |



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